Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Floating Globules

We are all floating,
grabbing and floating,
grabbing and floating,
trying to hold on
to those things that make us feel
safe.
Trying to make sense
of the senseless.
We spend years
with our heads
in books,
in love,
in search
of sanity.
We spend years
crafting,
and working,
and running
from and to
all that we are,
all that we have been,
all that we want to be.
We try to put down roots,
in a city,
in a town,
in a house,
with a wife,
husband,
child.
We spend money
on clothes,
furniture,
and cars.
We accumulate
degrees,
jobs,
scars,
and property
and then point to them and say,
“see, my life does have meaning.”
“I am really here.”
“Look at all that I’ve done.”
But really
we are all still floating.
There is nothing to hold on to.